Let’s talk about that messy June of 2019. I dug up this old monthly horoscope prediction for Virgo, not because I’m some starry-eyed believer, but because when I hit a wall with my current workload, I sometimes scroll back just to see if the universe was giving me any hints I missed, or, more likely, just messing with me. And June 2019? That was a complete dumpster fire of a month, one of those months where you just want to fast-forward the whole thing.
I remember sitting here, feeling totally beat up by everything. My side gig was finally starting to pick up traction, but the client—a real piece of work, honestly—was dragging their feet on payment, and my main contract was hitting this ridiculous phase where every meeting was a shouting match. I was seriously thinking about just walking away from the whole setup. My gut was screaming, “Run,” but my bank account was whispering, “Stay put.”
The Retrieval and Initial Scan
The first practical step was pulling the actual damn prediction. I remembered bookmarking it from some big online astrology site. I had to scroll through three years of bookmarks to find it. I finally
located the title, “What Was Predicted in Virgo Monthly Horoscope June 2019 (Important Dates).”
I opened the archived page, screenshotted the key sections, and pasted them into a blank document. I didn’t care about the flowery paragraphs about “self-discovery” or “inner peace.” I was only after the dates—the numbers they called “high-impact” or “crucial decision points.”
The prediction laid out three specific windows that stuck out in my mind:
- June 7th – 9th: Described as a time for “Financial Clarity and a New Income Stream.”
- June 14th – 16th: Marked as the peak of “Communication Challenges and Partnership Stress.”
- June 26th – 28th: This one was the kicker, labeled “A Fateful Release or Unexpected Departure.”
The Cross-Checking Practice: Date by Date
I wasn’t doing this for fun. I was doing it to see if I was a complete idiot for ignoring any cosmic guidance. I
opened my digital calendar, my old email archives, and honestly, I even pulled out my ancient paper planner
that was buried in a box in the closet. I started the deep dive.
June 7th – 9th: Financial Clarity?
I scrolled through my bank history and old invoices. On June 7th, my main client sent an email, not paying me, but asking for more revisions, basically shifting the goalposts again. Total confusion, not clarity. But then, on the 8th, I found it—a tiny PayPal notification. A completely different person, someone I hadn’t worked for in months, sent a small, unexpected payment, just a leftover balance. It wasn’t a “new income stream,” but it was unexpected cash, right in that window. I
wrote that down as: ‘Half-Checked. Not clarity, but a surprise trickle of funds just as I was ready to rage quit.’
June 14th – 16th: Partnership Stress?
This date range was always going to be heavy. I
dove into my sent emails and WhatsApp backups
. The horoscope nailed it. On the afternoon of the 15th, I had a brutal, hours-long exchange with my partner about moving out of the city—something we’d been avoiding for six months. It was yelling, door slamming, the whole bit. The “partnership stress” wasn’t some minor work disagreement; it was personal, heavy, and led to a temporary freeze-out. I didn’t need the stars to tell me that, but seeing the date there, called out months in advance, gave me a weird shiver. I
marked this as: ‘Confirmed. Peak meltdown on the 15th.’
June 26th – 28th: A Fateful Release?
This was the big one I remembered. I thought this was when I was going to quit the horrible contract. But I didn’t. I held on. I
scrolled through all my work communication around those days
. Nothing. No firing, no quitting, no major event. I was disappointed, feeling like the prediction was finally a bust. Then I remembered the context. I
opened my old laptop photos folder
and saw a picture dated June 27th. It was a photo of a stack of boxes next to my old desk. I had finally, finally, boxed up years of accumulated junk, old college notes, and broken hardware that had been cluttering my small home office. It was a physical, mental release. Not the job, not the relationship, but the stuff.
I checked the entry again and rewrote the final note: ‘Release was not from work, but from clutter. I actually cleared out my literal past.’
The Final Realization
So, what was the takeaway from all this checking? It wasn’t that some cheap internet horoscope was perfectly precise. It was that when I
looked back and overlaid the prediction onto the real, raw chaos of my life
, the energy was right, even if the application was totally off. The financial moment wasn’t a winning lottery ticket; it was a tiny lifeline. The fateful release wasn’t dramatic unemployment; it was finally getting rid of the baggage that was holding me down mentally.
I realized the whole practical exercise wasn’t about checking off boxes. It was about seeing how I handled the pressure back then. I was looking for a cosmic warning sign, and instead, I found evidence of my own stubborn persistence. I was looking for external validation, and I found a record of my own actions. It was a complete waste of time, this whole practice, but it gave me a clearer, rougher picture of who I was in 2019 versus who I am now. Now I just trust my gut more. No more need to cross-check my drama with a two-year-old prediction.
